My Uncle Hausa Novel By Sholy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

added Adoukè. - Shola: Don't even go there, and give me a break. Has Dad eaten yet ? - Adoukè: Yes, don't worry, he's had rice. And anyway, if he didn't want my rice, I'd just give him his wine to drink and he'd go to bed. Me, I don’t like nonsense.

Daniel had also tried to avoid learning the fowl ones but it was very futile coming from the fact that they are the most loved slang of the students. Daniel also has noticed that Shola his brother is of a bad group. Shola behaves like a cultist he told himself one day. Yet he couldn’t conclude having not seen him as he had been seen, other bad boys. Daniel has been outstanding in academics, topping all the tests. Kaka too has helped him, both in adapting and knowing who to follow and relate with.

The air felt too thin. Shirley stepped closer. “How dare you. How dare you embarrass my son like this. Whoring yourself around with his uncle. In public. In another country. You couldn’t even keep your legs closed until you got home. You had to go and spread them for Ares where the whole world could see.” Lana’s mouth curled. “Disgusting slut. That’s what you are. A desperate, pathetic slut who couldn’t keep her own husband so she climbed into bed with his uncle instead. Do you think that makes you special? It just makes you easy.”

“Hello there, champ.” Ethan laughed freely, his face glowing. “I want to shop with Uncle!” Emma stopped in her tracks. Her heart began to race—not from jealousy, but from the caution that had become instinct. She approached and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said carefully, “we’re shopping with Mommy.” “But Uncle can help pick chocolate,” Ethan said innocently. “Mommy always chooses the bitter ones.” Harry smiled faintly, holding himself back. “I don’t have to—”

I inform him, voice quievering, unable to forget what I just witnessed a few minutes ago. “Wait.” My Uncle In-law commands, I freeze, because for no reason in particular, my heart squeezes at the sound of his voice, he walks over to me, steady, confident like he has nothing to lose, his scrutinizing gaze examines me. “Why are you covered in blood?”

He was my uncle and aside from that, he was a dangerous man. Staying with family should have been nothing but there was something they weren't telling me. The way father's lips had thinned and the final outburst. Nothing about Dante was just nothing. Since sleep had eluded me, I decided to return to my cases. I went to my table and turned on my laptop, pulling my journal closer. My eyes flicked between the screen and my journal. Essays, outlines and case briefs but the words blurred together and formed Dante’s face. I inhaled and tried to focus again. I begged my brain to focus on the familiar black and white of law. Law was supposed to separate good from evil but when it came to a family li

Her mother sighed, wondered how to start this story that left distaste in one's mouth. "Do you know B.B Bakura?" Their faces changed at the supposedly unrelated question the old lady asked. "Have you no eyes?" She asked harshly in Hausa making the recipients of her words flinch. They had eyes, they just had never put that kind of two and two together. "Can you not see that nose Labeebah is carrying around is a replica of that Kanuri boy B.B Bakura?" Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President.

(who are you looking for), the gateman asked in his Hausa intonation. "Please, am looking for Uncle Richard that's stays here", Rose explained. "You dey find Oga Richard, I dey come to make I call am," (You are asking for my boss Mr. Richard, just a minute, let me call him) the gateman said as he closed the gate and went into the house. A few minutes later he came out with Uncle Richard. "Welcome Rose, how is everything over there? How are your parents? Please come inside", Uncle Richard said as he and the gateman helped her with her bags.

She wrote and I arched my brow confused. I flipped to the another page and what I saw made me wants to cry, it make me angry. Arrhhhg.. Uncle Andrew is behind all this? Oh my goodness! I closed my tears that was threatening to fall when I heard a knock. Who could that be? TBC........ Story by Uche Lawrence 😍

I can’t believe Karlsson would do this, but I guess I wasn’t too surprised the more I thought about his extravagant lifestyle. Probably an hour passed and I was getting lost in my thoughts when the door burst open. Hashem and his uncle came in … and his uncle looked pretty pissed. “My uncle would like a word with you,” Hashem said, nodding to his uncle who began speaking. Hashem translated, “I hope you understand I will never kill you. Noora, she was worthless and ugly, but you, you will give me beautiful, smart babies. You have good child-bearing hips and I will fuck you every single day.